With a loud grunt you shoot your load. Trish continues pumping on your cock with her soft fist as you shoot stream after stream off cum onto the ground of the alleyway.

"Oh that's better," you moan as Trish slows down her rapid pumping and milks out the last of your cum, most of it dribbling down over her fist.

Just as you are stuffing your spent penis back into your pants and Trish is wiping the cum off her hand Anna returns.

"Got the map," she says with a big smile. There are still a few drops of Sammy's cum around her lovely mouth but you don't bother pointing this out as the three of you head off towards Barelle's mansion.

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